Chosen One, how did I end up as the villain?

"Shut up!"

Feng Yunming glared at his subordinates, and they instantly lost their temper and dared not say another word. After all, a higher rank can have an advantage.

"Nephew, are you sure you're not mistaken? Is this suicide?"

Qin Huaiyu shook his head and smiled:

"Uncle Feng, are you also blinded by a single leaf and short-sighted? With so many clues laid out before us, even if it's hard to believe, it's still the truth!"

Jiang Cai's face was etched with wrinkles. "Impossible. How could my son commit suicide? Young Master Qin, you must have made a mistake."

"Error in segmentation........."

Qin Huaiyu loved these stubborn people the most, and immediately said:

"Master Jiang, has your son been unusually quiet lately?"

"How did you know?" Jiang Cai asked in surprise.

Qin Huaiyu gave Jiang Cai a disdainful look.

"Actually, this case is very simple. I felt something was strange as soon as I entered the scene. Apart from the bed and the place where the deceased died, the rest of the room was too clean."

"That's normal. My sister-in-law is always clean and tidy. What's wrong with that?" Jiang Yan said dismissively.

Qin Huaiyu's lips curled into a slight, mocking smile:

"Normally it wouldn't be a problem, but at a crime scene it is. The victim was killed by a heavy blow, but have you ever considered that a person doesn't die immediately after being hit hard?"

".......yes!"

Feng Yunming was the first to realize, "If she had been murdered, she would have struggled; the house wouldn't be so tidy."

"Perhaps the assailant restrained him, which is why he couldn't struggle," someone wondered.

The ancients' forensic techniques were really poor; they didn't even have systematic knowledge. They thought they could solve cases with that? Dream on!

Qin Huaiyu shook his head and explained:

"No matter how much you restrain them, it's impossible for them to be completely still. The power of someone on the verge of death is at its peak. But as you all saw, the bloodstains on the ground are concentrated in one spot, with not a single drop elsewhere. Even the splattered blood is very regular. Tell me, is this normal?"

Upon hearing this, some people realized that something was amiss.

"He seems to be right. Bloodstains shouldn't be so neat. If the deceased moved even slightly before dying, there should at least be blood nearby, if not everywhere!"

"That's true!"

Some people tried shaking their heads to mimic the action.

"Could it really be suicide?"

Listening to the surrounding chatter, Jiang Yan said coldly:

"Nonsense! My brother has a wife and family, and he has no worries about food or clothing. Why would he commit suicide? Young Master Shen, I think you are all talk and no action!"

"Yes, Young Master Jiang had absolutely no reason to commit suicide!"

"I almost got fooled. In my opinion, Young Master Qin isn't as amazing as people say. A spoiled brat trying to solve a case? That's wishful thinking."

Qin Huaiyu didn't care about the gossip at all. He smiled and looked at Jiang Yan.

"I think no one knows better than you why your brother died."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan frowned. "Young Master Qin... what do you mean?"

Hmph, keep pretending!

Qin Huaiyu snorted coldly:

"It's simple, you already knew your brother committed suicide."

"Heh, what a joke! Would a younger brother just watch his older brother commit suicide?"

Upon hearing this, everyone sneered.

Feng Yunming was also losing face; this was too outrageous, even storytellers wouldn't dare to write something like this.

He asked in a low voice, "Nephew, you haven't made a mistake, have you?"

"What, you don't believe it?"

Qin Huaiyu raised an eyebrow and said:

"What Uncle Feng found even more unbelievable was yet to come!"

"Ridiculous, everyone knows that's impossible. Besides, I've already said that I was the first to run out that night and see the murderer escape," Jiang Yan retorted sarcastically.

Qin Huaiyu curled his lip and said:

"A clumsy lie, do you really think it's flawless?"

"Young Master Qin, don't think you can frame people at will just because you're a member of the Qin family," Jiang Yan said, his brows furrowed.

After he finished speaking, everyone immediately turned their attention to Qin Huaiyu.

They're really tough, acting like they're some kind of magic staff!

Qin Huaiyu raised his eyes. "Young Master Jiang, do you really think everyone's a fool? The candles from the crime scene are still there!"

"Candle?"

Everyone looked bewildered, even Jiang Yan, the person involved, was completely dumbfounded.

Damn, I really don't know how these people do their jobs. The clues are practically right in their faces, and they just ignore them.

Qin Huaiyu rolled his eyes and said helplessly:

"The murder weapon at the scene was a candlestick, and the candle had been removed and placed on the table with burnt marks. Do you think the room was dark or lit when the victim died?"

"I've looked at the candle on the table; judging from the dripping residue, it must have burned for several hours. So, what happened in the house at the time of the incident...!"

At this point, Feng Yunming's eyes suddenly lit up and he turned to look at Jiang Yan.

"You're lying. There were flames at the scene. Why are you saying there weren't?"

"Yes, judging from the residue, the candle should have been burning continuously!"

"Master Jiang and his servants also said that there was light when they were awakened, so if that's the case..."

The crowd finally realized what had happened, but their expressions were rather unpleasant. The sarcastic words from before felt like slaps to their faces.

It made them so ashamed that they wished they could disappear into the ground.

He contradicted himself.

"That damned second young master of the Jiang family, how dare he lie..."

Someone said something, and the group immediately turned their gloomy gazes toward Jiang Yan, looking as if they wanted to tear him to pieces.

Master Jiang stared at his son in disbelief and roared:

"What exactly happened? How did the boss die?"

"Father, no!"

Jiang Yan could no longer remain calm, and an angry expression appeared on his face.

"Qin Huaiyu, don't wrong me. I lit the candle after I went in. It burned for several hours, so of course there would be residue."

Ha, they really won't give up until they've hit rock bottom!

Qin Huaiyu grinned. "Really? Then it seems I was wrong!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the person opposite him said in a low voice, "Since you were the one who lit it, then you are the culprit."

These words shocked everyone present.

"I'm completely stunned. How did it become murder again?"

"Is this young master Qin confused?"

Feng Yunming was speechless. Suicide turned into homicide—that was quite a leap, and he needed time to process it.

"That's utter nonsense, Mayor. Is this how the people you've brought in handle cases?"

"............."

Feng Yunming was speechless when asked the question. After all, he had received a benefit, so he had to do his part. He could only look at Qin Huaiyu with pleading eyes like a wronged little wife.

Damn, look away, she's too hot.

Qin Huaiyu felt uneasy under Jiang Yan's gaze and lost interest in playing games, so he simply said directly:

"You seem to have no concept of speed. The two rooms are only a few steps apart. From the time you hear the sound to the time you go out, I roughly estimate that it's only a few breaths. If there were an assailant, he certainly wouldn't have had time to open the door and escape."

Moreover, if I remember correctly, it was a crescent moon on the night of the incident, so visibility wasn't very high, and it was almost impossible to see inside the house without any lights.

The body was located near a table not far from the entrance. To light a candle, one would have had to pass over the body, yet there were no such traces around the table.

"Young Master Jiang, you said you lit it, so there should be traces of you left. Did you remove them?"

Feng Yunming instantly understood and offered his assistance:

"That's right. Usually, it's the murderer who's in a hurry to erase all traces. Jiang Yan, I never thought you'd even dare to kill your own brother. You're worse than a beast!"

You brat, weren't you so arrogant just now? Come on, bring it on.

Fortunately, I knew of my nephew's abilities, otherwise the Jiang family would have truly humiliated me.

"No, I didn't, I didn't..."

Jiang Yan panicked. He didn't expect that his explanation would only make things worse, and he never imagined that what he thought was a perfect scene would have so many flaws in front of Qin Huaiyu.

Seeing that the other party's mental defenses had been breached, Qin Huaiyu smiled.

"Well, can you tell the truth now? Otherwise, you'd really be a murderer."

..............